Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 25
byLishiel led Su Sheng into the teleportation array leading to Bia’s memories. After a flash of blinding white light, the Dragon Island of five hundred years ago appeared before their eyes.
It was winter on the island. Although they were at sea, the weather was neither too cold nor too hot, though it was still easy for those with weak constitutions to fall ill.
Lishiel held Su Sheng. A cool breeze swept past, and the person in his arms suddenly shivered. His gaze fell upon Su Sheng’s face, which was flushed red from the cold. He clicked his tongue in distaste. “How troublesome. Do you really need me to save you?”
“A servant should act like a servant,” Lishiel muttered, raising his hand to cast a wind-blocking magic shield.
The surroundings consisted of wide streets, convenient for both dragons and humans to walk on.
He briefly scanned the area, then turned and walked toward the outskirts of the city, his steps familiar as he carried Su Sheng.
After turning a few corners, the city gate was in sight. The guards there saw Lishiel and enthusiastically bowed in greeting:
“Lord Loren, you’ve come again.”
Lishiel nodded and walked past. Seeing the children playing by the gate, he casually conjured some candy with magic and scattered it, earning joyful smiles from the children.
“Uncle Loren, who is the big brother in your arms?”
“What happened to him?”
The children surrounded Lishiel, jumping and chirping with questions.
Lishiel glanced down casually, noticing Su Sheng’s eyelids trembling restlessly, which annoyed him further.
“Silence.”
With a flick of his hand, all the candy the children had just received and tucked into their pockets vanished.
The children dispersed in disappointment, and the space around the Demon King, who had been so popular moments ago, instantly emptied.
Lishiel didn’t care. He held Su Sheng securely, crossed the fields, and stopped in front of a wooden cabin. This was the house he had personally built on Dragon Island.
After setting Su Sheng down, Lishiel felt even more irritated. The young man before him was his lover and slave. He had given him the Horns of the Demon to prevent him from being harmed because of him, yet despite all his precautions, he had still been tricked.
This made the Demon King feel extremely humiliated. The last time he had felt this disgraced was when his avatar was killed by this human.
Out of sight, out of mind, the Demon King simply cast a concealment spell over the bed area, hiding Su Sheng away.
But after less than half a day of this, the Demon King rubbed his aching brow, waved his hand, and lifted the concealment spell.
Seven days passed in this cycle of back and forth. The person lying in bed’s eyelids fluttered, showing signs of waking up.
The curtain was stirred by the wind, and a ray of sunlight shone in. Su Sheng opened his eyes in confusion.
“You’re finally awake.” A magnetic, pleasant male voice reached his ears, but the tone carried undisguised annoyance mixed with a hint of relief—it was extremely complex.
Su Sheng propped himself up, feeling puzzled, and turned his head to look.
A man with golden hair and eyes as blue as the sea was looking at him with a look of disappointment, as if he were a piece of iron that couldn’t be forged into steel, which left Su Sheng bewildered.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember anything.
“Who are you?” he asked. Only after speaking did he realize his voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time, startling even himself.
The man’s expression froze, then he looked surprised. “You don’t remember me?”
Su Sheng shook his head.
“…”
“It doesn’t matter.” After a moment of silence, the man quickly accepted the information and smiled. “Then let’s reintroduce ourselves. My name is Loren.”
“Hello,” Su Sheng said, extending his hand.
Seeing this, the man looked very surprised, as if this gesture was unprecedented. This made Su Sheng feel a little embarrassed. He awkwardly started to withdraw his hand, but Loren caught it mid-retreat and gently shook it.
The warm touch was fleeting. For some reason, Su Sheng’s ears felt inexplicably hot.
“Hello.”
In the quiet air, the prolonged eye contact was truly awkward. Su Sheng looked around and said, “Um… did I rarely do this before?”
“Hmm?” The person opposite him seemed not to have heard clearly and looked at him in confusion.
“I mean, did I rarely make gestures like this before? You look quite unaccustomed to it,” Su Sheng asked sincerely, gazing into the other’s eyes.
“You certainly rarely did this before.” After a pause, the man seemed to recall something and chuckled softly. “How should I describe you before? Well… you were very quiet, very cold, like snow.”
The man curved his lips, with a hint of teasing and testing:
“But you were very cute when you were jealous.”
“Jealous?” Su Sheng was startled and re-examined the person in front of him. “What was our relationship before?”
Loren rubbed his brow, feigning distress. “Hmm, you’ve got me there. You never clearly defined your attitude toward our relationship.”
“Ah?” Although Su Sheng’s expression didn’t change much, a storm raged in his heart. His head suddenly started spinning. In a daze, he covered his face and voiced his most shocking thought: “Am I a scumbag?”
Loren burst out laughing. The cold expression he had moments ago instantly melted away, the amusement in his eyes practically overflowing. His laughter grew louder:
“Why would you think that, Norton? It’s as if I’m meeting you again for the first time.”
This made Su Sheng incredibly conflicted, so much so that he couldn’t help but run his hands through his hair. “But didn’t you say I was the one who didn’t want to acknowledge the relationship?”
Loren walked over and lightly touched his head. The touch was brief, yet it surprisingly left Su Sheng feeling a sense of reluctance. As he secretly wondered about this, he heard Loren say, “Alright, don’t dwell on the past. All that matters is that you acknowledge it now.”
Why didn’t such a touch provoke any aversion in him? Su Sheng pondered in surprise. He vaguely sensed what kind of person he had been before—certainly highly vigilant. Even so, this person’s intimate gesture didn’t feel offensive to him.
His tense body slowly began to relax, a change he didn’t even notice himself.
Knowing that the previous conversation was all a joke, Su Sheng fiddled with a bowl on the table. Lost in thought, he accidentally knocked the bowl, and it fell and shattered on the floor.
Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, Loren stopped him.
“Don’t move. The edges of the shards are sharp; they’ll cut your hand.”
Su Sheng paused. Loren collected the fragments into a dustpan and tossed them outside.
Loren left, and then someone knocked on the door.
Su Sheng went to open it. Standing outside was a young man with neat silver hair, wearing glasses, and holding a stack of books. He looked very gentle.
He greeted Su Sheng and asked curiously, “Are you the human Loren carried all the way back?”
Carried all the way back?
He had actually been carried all the way back by Loren?
Su Sheng was startled. All memories of the past were gone, but considering what Loren had said earlier, it didn’t seem entirely unbelievable.
Unsure how to respond, he asked, “Are you looking for Loren?”
The young man’s gaze was proper; he didn’t try to peek inside. Hearing the question, he smiled gently. “No, I came to see you.”
To see him?
Su Sheng was confused. Did this person know him before? But why did he have no impression of him whatsoever?
The young man stepped inside, placed the books on the table, and said, “You didn’t know me before. Don’t strain yourself trying to remember. Loren asked me to help treat your amnesia and teach you some basic life skills and magic.”
He winked. “But I think you’re so smart, you probably won’t need my teaching.”
“These are some magic spells not recorded on the continent, unique to the Dragon race. Read them first, and ask me if you don’t understand.”
Su Sheng glanced at the thick stack of books on the table and nodded slightly.
“Thank you.”
The young man chuckled. “You’re welcome. Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Bia, the only White Dragon on this island proficient in Light-attribute magic.”
Su Sheng gave a faint “Mm.”
“Seeing that you’re doing well, I won’t disturb you today. I’ll come back tomorrow.” Bia smiled gently. Noticing that the room was a bit dim, he lit the lamp before closing the door on his way out.
Su Sheng sat down at the table and began flipping through the books Bia had given him, one by one.
The Holy Canon of Light was a textbook on basic Light-element magic. Su Sheng casually flipped through a few pages. It was comprehensive, covering everything from theoretical foundations to spell analysis.
After just a quick read-through, Su Sheng understood it.
Light Configuration dealt with using runes to construct Light-element magic arrays. He merely scanned a few pages of that as well.
He flipped through a few more books. When he reached the second-to-last one, the title made him pause.
Conceptions on How to Merge Light-Element Magic and Dark-Element Magic
This book seemed interesting. Su Sheng took it out and began to read.
The last book, Magic Array Atlas, documented methods for using Light-element magic to break various sealing magic arrays. This one was somewhat superfluous, but Su Sheng decided to look at it anyway.
Before long, Loren returned. His eyebrows rose when he saw the books in Su Sheng’s hand. “That White Dragon was here?”
Su Sheng closed the book, used magic to direct a cup to pour water, waved his hand to send it over, and looked up, smiling naturally. “Yes, thanks to you.”
After speaking, Su Sheng lowered his head to continue reading, and thus didn’t notice that Loren’s gaze had been following him ever since he smiled.
Therefore, he also didn’t see that Loren was now looking at him with intense scrutiny.
Swallowing, Loren slightly curved his lips. He gently placed his hand on Su Sheng’s shoulder, brushing away stray hairs, and said, seemingly casually, “Smile again. I think I should record it with magic.”